Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.